All Chapters of Contract marriage: I am the daughter of my husband's enemy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Elara’s POV,Today is shopping day! After such an emotional wildstorm yesterday, I slept with Asher in his bedroom, and when we woke up, I had this brilliant plan. To go shopping with my son. For two reasons only: replacing the items that got burnt down in my room and avoiding Lucien. After shopping, I need to think of more activities to accomplish the others.“...Mama, may I have that robot?”Asher tugs my arm, pointing to a giant carton of Transformers robots sitting at the top of the shelf. Normally I would refuse, because he already has so many toys from his father, but Asher deserved a treat for following me out here. “Sure, baby.” I ruffle his hair. “Let me get help. Just stay here for a second.”I leave them with the cart and my bag and walk over to look for someone to help bring down the robot when someone bumps their cart into me from behind. I think it’s Asher trying to drive the cart again and sigh, “Asher, honey, I told you to wait and stop driving the…” My words trail

Elara’s POV, Before I can overthink it, I lean in and press my lips to his. I bite down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw a sharp sting and a trickle of blood. I pull back, eyes wide with surprise, and my cheeks flushing hot. Of course, I wasn’t going to kiss him. The motherfucker just told me he killed his father, and he was still planning to kill me. Before I can mutter a fake-ass apology, his hand clamps onto the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, and he yanks me forward. I yelp as his mouth crashes into mine, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the heat of his tongue as he kisses me violently, demanding, like he's claiming every breath I have.To my utter shock, my body has a mind of its own. I want to pull away, but I find my fingers digging into his scalp, dragging through his thick hair as I kiss him back with a ferocity I didn't know I possessed. His hands roam everywhere, squeezing my ass and sliding up my sides to cup my breasts through my blouse, thumb

Elara’s POV, The poor kid was so traumatised. Once he screamed, Mireya covered his mouth and eyes and dragged him out while he thrashed against her hold. Lucien and I, well, I, scrambled to get myself fixed up, and Lucien calmly gave me his jacket while laughing.“What’s so funny?” I asked, very horrified. “Our five-year-old son just saw us about to have sex.”“Oh, baby,” he licked his lips, his eyes clouding with lust. “When we’re about to have sex, you’d be too high to realise."I flushed red, and he pecked my nose before skipping out of the room. Now, I’m sitting opposite Mireya and a dark-skinned girl around Asher’s age while Lucien tries to coax Asher from coming out of his hiding spot. Under Mireya’s desk. “I can’t believe he thought Lucien was a vampire.” Mireya chortles, and I sigh, running a hand through my already scattered hair. Yeah, once we arrived in Mireya’s office, he had gone to hit Lucien, shouting, “Who are you and what have you done with my father, you vampire

Elara’s POV, I get to my room in agnst, mentally preparing to go all the way back to Italy, to the Virelli Estate. I have to find that heir before any of them does. I have to take her away, probably use her for the safe and take what is in there for myself. As revenge on Matteo, of course. When I get to the room, I bring out a small suitcase and start packing essentials. All my fake IDs and passports are burnt to a crisp, so I have to quickly forge two of them.When I get to my jewellery box, my eye catches the card. Viktor Halev’s card. Now I know he may be involved with the heir in some way; I’m pretty sure the card is useful. I fiddle with the blank card, wondering what it meant, and as soon as I sat down on my venison, there was a power outage. I hear Asher scream in playful surprise and Lucien’s voice boom down the hallway, “Give us a second! We’re dealing with something.”The scented candle on my table illuminates my room a bit so I’m not bothered. I throw the card on the t

Elara’s POV, “Where are you going, Elara?” He picks up the passport. “Or should I say, Loly Uschmann?”He raises a brow. “What kind of name is Loly Uschmann?”“It’s…” I say quietly, then clear my throat. “It’s German."It’s obviously a fake name I came up with, but he didn’t need to know that. “So where are you going?”His eyes trail down, and they widen. I follow his gaze and notice I am still naked. I freeze.Not because it’s the first time; it has to be the third or fourth, but because of how quickly he looks away when he notices too. Like it matters.Heat rushes to my face before I can stop it, my arms instinctively crossing over me as I grab for a robe. My fingers fumble with it, clumsy in a way I hate, aware of him even though he’s deliberately turned his back.He’s… calm. Too calm for someone who just found out I was about to run away again. But that’s not even what bothers me.My stupid heart stutters, confused and a little annoyed. Is he so used to seeing me naked that he